Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore? Her. A privilege never to see me more.— And from thy hated presence part I so: See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Exit. Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein: Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; quite, And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens look thou find: All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear: Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go; Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye! When his love he doth espy, [Exit. Let her shine as gloriously As the Venus of the sky. When thou wak'st, if she be by, Beg of her for remedy. Re-enter PUCK. Puck. Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand; And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee; Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be! Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make, Will cause Demetrius to awake. Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one; That must needs be sport alone: And those things do best please me, That befal preposterously. Enter LYSANDER and HELENA. Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, How can these things in me seem scorn to you, more. When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! These vows are Hermia's; Will you give her o'er? Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? You would not do me thus much injury. To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, You both are rivals, and love Hermia; And now both rivals, to mock Helena: With your derision! none, of noble sort, Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius: be not so; And yours of Helena to me bequeath Whom I do love, and will do to my death. Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none: If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone. My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd; There to remain. Lys. Helen, it is not so. Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. Enter HERMIA. Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes; Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go Her. What love could press Lysander from my side? Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, Fair Helena; who more engilds the night Than all yon fiery oes 47 and eyes of light. Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know, The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so? Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be. Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? Have with our neelds created both one flower, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem: Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. |